lostmyhead ( ✓ )

chapter eight

They were all there, gathered around him. There he lay, motionless, glassy eyes gazing at the distant stars that he would soon be joining. He was gone, and they hadn't yet closed his eyes. His fingers were clenched around white sheets that smelled of lemon. His dull, pink lips were still parted; and his last words continued to echo through the stiff air. They wept, and George was nowhere to be found.

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10 hours earlier...

It was one of Matty's better days. It was a day he felt no pain. He'd played a small show that morning over the radio, and had decided to go out to lunch with his band mates afterwards.

"Ten thousand people tuned in! Can you believe it?" Matty asked excitedly, taking a rather large bite out of his grilled chicken sandwich.

"Matty, we've played bigger gigs than that." Ross chuckled, but the curly haired lad didn't care.

"Still, it was over a radio show! The number never dropped under ten thousand! Ten thousand people listened to our show!" He stated.

"I'm just saying-"

"Ross, let it go. Let the guy be happy." John interjected, resting his hand on the dark haired man's shoulder. He was wearing that yellow jumper that John loved so much.

After the show, the boys had been scheduled for a photo shoot, and Ross had insisted on wearing that turtleneck jumper. None of the guys had changed out of their shoot's clothes yet, and honestly, nobody wanted to. They were comfortable, and casual, yet formal at the same time. They were perfect.

"Yeah, what Johnny-Boy said. Let me be happy." Matty smirked, shoving a few fries into his mouth.

"You're such a pest." Ross sighs, taking a sip of his soda. George watched the situation amusedly while Adam seemed preoccupied with his phone.

"You love me." Matty smiled, finishing up his food and then nuzzling his bouncy curls on George's denim-covered shoulder. Now that he was done with his food, he really rather wished George wasn't wearing the jacket or flannel at all. Matty kind of just wanted to indulge himself in George's magnificent chest, but there was a slight inconvenience stopping that from happening: the fact they were in public!

"You're a prat, Matty. Pratty Matty." Ross chanted, causing John to laugh. Matty looked between the two skeptically.

"So, are you two like together or something?" The curly haired lad asked suddenly, causing George to nearly spit out the tea he had been mid-drinking.

Ross and John looked at each other nervously, before slowly nodding. In unison, they muttered "we are," and then bowed their heads embarrassedly.

"That's so cute!" Matty squealed, and George just rolled his eyes. "How long has this been going on?"

"Since the first leg of tour started up. Pretty much since I tripped walking off the bus." John admits, and Ross nods along, adjusting the sleeves on his jumper nervously.

"Well, I'm happy for you." Matty smiles genuinely, and then looks to George. "We're together too."

"Yeah, everybody knows that." Adam grumbled, causing everyone to turn their heads and look at him.